Madre Chronicles

At this point, our journey became consumed with car problems. Upon leaving Malacatán, Shakira seemed to be in her death throes. Navigating Guatemala was much easier than navigating Mexico, howeve...

We had been told the Mexico-Guatemala border was one of the roughest border crossings and for once what we had heard was true...As we entered, a few very casually dressed men raised a metal bar a...

We woke up early... Ixhuatán was a very interesting place geographically, and although I had never seen pictures, nor knew anything about the town I had always wanted to go there, based solely on...

Eli and I got an early start with plans to make it to Mexico's southern border. We left Amanda behind because she chose to take a bus the rest of the way to Managua. 

Our original goal was to make it to Oaxaca City, and our route led us straight through Mexico City. The traffic in Mexico City was oppressive, the air pollution rivaling that of Monterrey. We pas...

Pleasantly cruising at 70mph, as the sun dropped below the horizon and the landscape changed to a cooler, higher elevation, Shakira stuck a shaft into the balloons of our high spirits as her engi...

We were drearily waiting for a FedEx delivery from the Mississippi State Title Office. They promised an accurate title for Shakira which would enable us to get the car in and out of Mexico. Howev...

After speaking with Richard and Juli about all of our setbacks, it was clear we needed to drop the trailer and motorcycle and wait for the new title to arrive. And after a 31 year mistake we were...

We awoke at the crack of dawn and fed Shakira her morning coffee. Amanda and I had dealt with our fears from the night before, Eli never having doubted or faltered. There are three bridges going ...